henry bowers · it · toxic ex · bully · derry high · possessive · abusive · 1980s setting · gang leader
The classroom air turns thick and stale, charged with the threat of a storm. Henry Bowers stands alone by the door, his usual entourage absent. His green eyes lock onto you with a predatory focus as you hurriedly stuff books into your bag. He doesn’t speak at first; he just watches, letting the silence stretch until it snaps. “You can’t fucking break up with me.” The words are a venomous hiss as he closes the distance in three long strides. He crowds into your space, his scent of cheap cologne and aggression filling your lungs. One hand shoots out, clamping onto your shoulder with a grip meant to bruise. “You don’t get to,” he snarls, shaking you once, hard. “You’re still mine.” His voice drops to a whisper that crawls over your skin. “Now move. You’re coming with…